Patience is a virtue. Suckers. I have no patience! Green light turning yellow? Speed up. Premium priced two day shipping from Amazon? You mean to tell me I don’t have to stand in those horrible lines at HellMart? I’ll pay for it. I want everything now now now! Now if I’m not a millennial then “idk”. I’m not sure where I was lost in the shuffle of my parents teaching me patience and my arrival to 27 years. It might have been the instant everything that we experience these days. Hey, even my Xbox One is instant on. My Playstation 4 even does it. Instant on and I resume where I left off on the Witcher III! Instant is embedded in my heart. It’s a cancer that has been growing for years. It’s made a home in my heart. My surgeon has been slowly trying to debulk the mass for years. Needless to say, the surgeon is my wife and her scalpel is love (Of course it isn’t sterile). She recently had a breakthrough in one of her debulking sessions. Let me set the stage; rather, the OR.
We were on our Honeymoon in St. Lucia at the Sandals Grande. I’m the adventurous type (when I care to be) and my wife more or less will plunge into these journeys with me. The result is usually us thinking why the hell did we do this? The resort is littered with a plethora of excursions to enjoy the pleasures of the island. This particular days indulgence was the Sunset Cruise! A five hour tour that takes you on a cruise to the Pitons, two beautiful volcanic spires, where you snorkel between them and then sail back with a marvelous view of the sunset. While sailing back you get to enjoy drinking (because it’s not safe to do it before snorkeling!) a mixed island drink from an unmarked cooler (of course ill drink whatever you make no questions asked). Whatever was in this unmarked cooler had the entire boat loose and dance battling. Yes, Omarion and them dance battling. It’s nothing but a fact that I served someone. But I digress. Let’s rewind to my surgery!
Back to setting up the OR. The boat has made it between the Pitons and the captain is giving instructions over the intercom in his island accent (Yeah MON!). We slip on our flippers, goggles, and snorkels. My wife is right behind me. We have the options of jumping straight off the boat or getting onto the beach and easing our way in. Pshhh, the millennial kicks in. Let’s jump off this thing! Of course my wife wants to ease in. But I manually override that decision and steer us to the back of the boat where all the action happens. KAPLUNK! I splash into the water and her shortly behind me. I’m ready to go people! Then I turn and notice my wife struggling a bit. I swim over to talk to her. You ready what’s up? She quickly nods her head and attempts to follow me. I dive straight in and get to snorkeling. What wonders I see. But when I try to tap my wife and show her what I saw she’s still behind me. Still above water. I soon realized that this young lady has no idea how to snorkel and is trying to figure that bit out. We go through a few sessions and well, she still needs a bit of help. Hmm. We only have 45 minutes in the water and time is ticking and I paid good money. I’m STARTING to get impatient. But there is a saying in St. Lucia “No Pressure, No Problem”. This is my wife, I have to make sure she is 100% comfortable and secure. I switch gears. I instruct her how to slowly breath through the snorkels. How to swim very slowly and allow yourself to glide and float. 20 minutes in we were golden. I no longer had to look at her every 3 seconds to make sure she was comfortable. She took on the task quite well. She was even starting to lead me. The remaining 25 minutes were the most amazing and rewarding time with my wife. We swam with schools of fish. As I reach out to touch they allude my fingers ever so quickly. We saw coral reef. We were living the discovery channel. Afterwards we boarded the boat and enjoyed our night. I could have let my emotions get the best of me and show impatience. Yet I think my night would have been quite different.
The surgeon closed me up and we were able to enjoy our evening. I’ve recovered and show continual improvement in my patience. Though I’m due for some chemo soon. I still won’t step into HellMart. And I’ve learned a vital lesson. My tolerance to be patient is key to our growth. No Pressure. No Problem.
“Patience is not the ability to wait but how you act while you’re waiting”
– Quincy Davis